We’re all delighted Phoebe’s engaged!
Even if Chandler can’t remember her fiance's name.
“Phoebe and, I wanna say, Mike”?
NO, it’s Paul Rudd. Get with the programme.
Durh.
To celebrate, Phoebe gifts her little black book to Rachel, her last single friend… I don’t think any of us would have predicted THIS ten years ago. Chandler laments not doing the same for Ross. Not that Ross would have taken it, given it only contains Janice (And Kathy though right?? MMMmmm Kathy).
Don’t worry, Rachel, there’ll be plenty of divorcees out there soon! Just give it a few more years.
One couple that are NOT divorced, is my Ross Number One.
(Bad Ross, bad!!)
It looks like they’re gonna make it all the way to the end. Congratulations!
I took my eldest to stay with them this weekend, and had a great time. Catching up, playing games, and doing nice family stuff. Ross did make a bit of an error. Booking us a nice visit to see Santa, then realising he’d booked the wrong day.
Though not quite as bad as getting a terrible fake tan…
My daughter took it surprisingly well. But she has already seen Santa six times this year. You have to wonder how long it’ll be before she notices they all look different.
Speaking of sexy older men…
It’s nice to see more evidence of Phoebe’s predilection for the type. Her little black book apparently includes one man that’s dead, one who fought in World War 2 (surely dead now too?), and the entirety of Jethro Tull who, the burgeoning internet informs me, are in their late fifties.
Or should that be late 70s?
Sorry, I’m a bit confused again.
“The One With the Stapler”
There’s a lot of nepotism kicking around still. Or, anti-nepotism, if you will. (And if you wont, why not?!)
Joey’s trying to convince Chandler to put him in an advert. And Ross is struggling to get a new research grant, after it turns out the person doing the approval process is Wheeler’s ex.
Even if Chandler can’t remember her fiance's name.
“Phoebe and, I wanna say, Mike”?
NO, it’s Paul Rudd. Get with the programme.
Durh.
To celebrate, Phoebe gifts her little black book to Rachel, her last single friend… I don’t think any of us would have predicted THIS ten years ago. Chandler laments not doing the same for Ross. Not that Ross would have taken it, given it only contains Janice (And Kathy though right?? MMMmmm Kathy).
Don’t worry, Rachel, there’ll be plenty of divorcees out there soon! Just give it a few more years.
One couple that are NOT divorced, is my Ross Number One.
(Bad Ross, bad!!)
It looks like they’re gonna make it all the way to the end. Congratulations!
I took my eldest to stay with them this weekend, and had a great time. Catching up, playing games, and doing nice family stuff. Ross did make a bit of an error. Booking us a nice visit to see Santa, then realising he’d booked the wrong day.
Though not quite as bad as getting a terrible fake tan…
My daughter took it surprisingly well. But she has already seen Santa six times this year. You have to wonder how long it’ll be before she notices they all look different.
Speaking of sexy older men…
It’s nice to see more evidence of Phoebe’s predilection for the type. Her little black book apparently includes one man that’s dead, one who fought in World War 2 (surely dead now too?), and the entirety of Jethro Tull who, the burgeoning internet informs me, are in their late fifties.
Or should that be late 70s?
Sorry, I’m a bit confused again.
“The One With the Stapler”
There’s a lot of nepotism kicking around still. Or, anti-nepotism, if you will. (And if you wont, why not?!)
Joey’s trying to convince Chandler to put him in an advert. And Ross is struggling to get a new research grant, after it turns out the person doing the approval process is Wheeler’s ex.
Hrrm. Who does this guy remind me of? I want to say… Oscar? Can’t put my finger on it. But, it’s fair to say, he sucks.
Maybe I’d remember better if I could hear a word he’s saying. The kids are swarming round me, playing and chatting. Honestly, I spent all weekend trying to make time for my friends (both New York, and otherwise) only to end up juggling both with the kids. It really is true, your mid thirties you gradually lose your friends and only have your family. You have to wonder how much time left we all have here.
I suppose work is the exception. You see your colleagues almost every day. Then (likely) never again once you leave. So weird.
Unless you’re lucky enough to work together, like Joey is trying to do with Chandler! He sends him his showreel, but can tell immediately Chandler’s lying about watching it because Chandler doesn’t mention…
ICHIBAN.
(Lipstick for men)
Maybe I’d remember better if I could hear a word he’s saying. The kids are swarming round me, playing and chatting. Honestly, I spent all weekend trying to make time for my friends (both New York, and otherwise) only to end up juggling both with the kids. It really is true, your mid thirties you gradually lose your friends and only have your family. You have to wonder how much time left we all have here.
I suppose work is the exception. You see your colleagues almost every day. Then (likely) never again once you leave. So weird.
Unless you’re lucky enough to work together, like Joey is trying to do with Chandler! He sends him his showreel, but can tell immediately Chandler’s lying about watching it because Chandler doesn’t mention…
ICHIBAN.
(Lipstick for men)
This lives rent free in my head.
Along with GLADYS.
Along with GLADYS.
I’m surprised to see them pop up at the same time. Almost as surprised as Monica and Rachel, when Phoebe shows up with a second, even more horrible painting, to get them to play nice. They could learn a little something from my kids who, to give them their due, are getting much better at sharing and playing together. The elder one particularly is getting wonderful at sharing with and caring for her brother.
Almost to the point of insufferability.
It’s lovely you’re being nice, but you don’t have to be so smug about it.
There was some excellent art at Ross Number 1’s. Which made me a little sad I don’t have any of my own. Well, I have one random Dali picture that came with the house. But am only allowed to get it up in my study. (Sorry, phrasing…) Maybe I should fill the room with nice pieces? Hah. As if. Have you seen the price of art? And not to mention the food crisis. The other day I saw a banana that cost six million.
Oh well, I’ll always have my computer background to display a bit of culture.
Though Ichiban and Gladys live forever etched on my memory, I still can’t, for the life of me, remember who Wheeler’s ex reminds me of.
I’m also not quite convinced of his plan, withholding the grant from Ross unless he agrees to dump Wheeler. Surely Ross could just threaten to report him to his work? Or go tell Charlie?
Eventually the latter is what he does. Which backfires spectacularly when Wheeler decides it’s “All So Romantic!” Errr… no? Jesus, what kind of books did YOU read growing up. They kiss, and Ross is out the picture. Ah well, easy come easy go.
Maybe he should have taken Chandler’s little black book after all?
…
GREG KINNEAR.
THAT’s who he reminds me of.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Before heading off for the weekend, I popped back to my old office for this year's Christmas party. A great time including lots of free drink (suitcase full of wine…), a specially written quiz (team name: Quiztina Aguilera), and a challenge to dress your teammate as a Christmas tree. Boy did I regret wearing my green jumper…
I also took the piss a little, jokingly hiding one of my ex-colleagues staplers in some jelly.
And no, I’m not joking.
Almost to the point of insufferability.
It’s lovely you’re being nice, but you don’t have to be so smug about it.
There was some excellent art at Ross Number 1’s. Which made me a little sad I don’t have any of my own. Well, I have one random Dali picture that came with the house. But am only allowed to get it up in my study. (Sorry, phrasing…) Maybe I should fill the room with nice pieces? Hah. As if. Have you seen the price of art? And not to mention the food crisis. The other day I saw a banana that cost six million.
Oh well, I’ll always have my computer background to display a bit of culture.
Though Ichiban and Gladys live forever etched on my memory, I still can’t, for the life of me, remember who Wheeler’s ex reminds me of.
I’m also not quite convinced of his plan, withholding the grant from Ross unless he agrees to dump Wheeler. Surely Ross could just threaten to report him to his work? Or go tell Charlie?
Eventually the latter is what he does. Which backfires spectacularly when Wheeler decides it’s “All So Romantic!” Errr… no? Jesus, what kind of books did YOU read growing up. They kiss, and Ross is out the picture. Ah well, easy come easy go.
Maybe he should have taken Chandler’s little black book after all?
…
GREG KINNEAR.
THAT’s who he reminds me of.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Before heading off for the weekend, I popped back to my old office for this year's Christmas party. A great time including lots of free drink (suitcase full of wine…), a specially written quiz (team name: Quiztina Aguilera), and a challenge to dress your teammate as a Christmas tree. Boy did I regret wearing my green jumper…
I also took the piss a little, jokingly hiding one of my ex-colleagues staplers in some jelly.
And no, I’m not joking.
What are they gona do? Fire me?
